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Professor Hannibal Lecter is an exemplary instructor. He's never had an issue with a student he couldn't deescalate. Enter a bratty young Will Graham, determined to fuck it all up.
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24 Jan 2026
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It would be easy, technically. Swipe up, tap the name and hold the phone to his ear. He could say the words out loud. Not all of them. Just the beginning. Just, I’m not okay. He thinks of it in pieces. If he said that, if he let it out, Hannibal would understand. More than anyone else could. Maybe even more than Will himself.
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Will’s fever is burning him up, leaving him delirious and desperate, so he reaches out to only one he trusts to hold him through the haze. <3
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- Part 1 of i’m on fire
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17 Jan 2026
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"What are you?" Will breathes out raggedly, with a sense of forlornness at that momentary loss of connection.
"I'm what you've been searching for this whole time. I am the voice inside your head - do you know which one?"
There are vampires in New Orleans.
Will is a beat cop in New Orleans, who's pretty damn sure he's straight. That is, until he ends up trapped in a restroom stall. Which turns out to be a glory hole. Will doesn't believe in vampires.
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29 Apr 2026
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And so, on some random November morning, Will spoke those simple words into existence. Words shared between late night lovers and strangers in club bathrooms, between bitter exes and beneficial friends. Words without much significance to most, but words that carried the weight of gods upon their shoulders, rewarded for his patience.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Hannibal stalled before turning to him, half dumbfounded before he turned to the sink and spit, rinsing his brush before shutting off the water. He didn’t speak until he’d crossed the threshold, these conversations not meant to be had through open doors, the distance too far to hold his gaze. No, this conversation required eye contact, the brush of hands, the gravity of black holes; and oh, how casually he’d brought it up, when the whole world seemed up hinge upon it.
"I want you to fuck me."
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- Part 2 of The Manic Rhapsody
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21 Jan 2026